There was a young lady called Claire
Who had very long blonde hair.
At nesting time
I wrote a rhyme
For the birds that nested there …
Monthly Archives: July 2018
K Morris reading his poems
I saw flowers on my way
The hands are almost at half past
Lissome
Everyone has their thing
Lissome
She
Is not for me.
Lissome as a fawn.
A work of art.
Many a heart
Will be torn
Apart
By her.
I swear
That I will not go there,
Not that she would be interested anyway!
But stay,
She looks this way …!
I Know A Young Lady Called Lou
I know a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe,
As my good friend Jane
Cudgeled her brain
Over her husband’s missing shoe …
There was a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe.
While drunk on cheap wine
All seemed fine
And now I have her shoe …
There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past four
I said, “no more,
Tis time for the vicar’s tea!”.
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past 4
I said, “no more!”.
But she did not agree!
The half-Reluctant Rake
Tired.
Undesired.
Would I do it again?
This chain
I make
I can not shake
(Though it causes me pain)
So I return again
And again …
Regret is yet
Another she
Who can not love me.
And, you see
I knew it was so all along
But the strong chain
I made bound
And I found
Myself there again
With a shame
I will not name.
Late Summer Reading: Fight or Flight by Izzy Gacusan
A powerful and moving piece of writing.
Izzy Gacusan’s short story ‘Fight or Flight’ was Highly Commended in the 2016 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Here it is for your late-summer reading pleasure.

He’d been here before. He was familiar with the peculiarity of this place, but found no solace in this. He awoke just minutes ago, stiff bed sheets poking at him. After a moment’s confusion, his eyes centered and his brain registered. Crowe sat up with harsh velocity and sputtered a swear word before bounding out of the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the screens of the machines that surrounded him. They beeped incessantly, noises screeching into his ears all at once. But worst of all was the smell. It smelt of sterility, a kind of intense cleanliness that stung each time he inhaled. He stood next to the bed assessing the situation, forcing himself to make a decision. Fight or flight? He’d…
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I Know A Young Lady Called Heather
I know a young lady called Heather
Who being light as a feather
Wears not
A lot
When the weather
Is hot
As we walk together
Through the heather …
Ought
Ought
I to consort
With the hot
Thought?
Perhaps not
But there is no harm
In a thought …
The charm
Of her
Bare
Arm …
A mere thought.
Ought I?
Ought I not?
On this hot
Day.
The way
Is full of roses, and who will roses spurn
But roses to weeds may turn
And the heart is ofte times torn
By many a lethal thorn.
Grime Music Star Stormzy To Help Young Writers Get Published
The Grime music star, Stormzy, has launched his own publishing brand, Murky Books, in collaboration with Penguin.
The aim of Murky Books is to help young writers to get published in a variety of genres, fiction, sci-fi and poetry.
To find out more please visit this link, https://news.sky.com/story/stormzy-to-help-young-writers-become-published-authors-with-penguin-11427689
